How to get to our front door:

I know I've complained about how ridiculous it is to get to our apartment here; the time has come to post proof.  

You start at this door.  This is the door from ground level.  We share this entrance with about 8 other apartments.

This is what it looks like to the left of the door...

...and to the right. Pretty cool little street.

You open that door, and find this: a little hallway where everyone stores their bikes.  And where we store our stroller (illegally) by the fire escape. 

At the end of that hallway, you go through this door.

And then you proceed to go up five flights of stairs, also known as the bain of my existence. 

Oh, and do you see that little cubby under the stairs?  That's where I used to store my stroller until I got smart and decided to store it illegally. (Just try to imagine pulling a stroller in and out while standing on stairs, holding a large child.)

So you keep going, and going, and going. 

And then right about here, you want to die because you're carrying a 30 lb. child, a diaper bag, and a bag of groceries.  

And then right as you decide you're never leaving the house again, you finally get to this door at the top.

And then you get to this cool little terrace.  Follow the path for a bit.

Then go up a few more stairs and then down a few more.

And then you get to our house! (Kind of.  We're on the top two floors.) As a side-note, I would like to point out that we were shown a picture similar to this when we chose our housing.  Doesn't it look like it's a ground level house?!  Let's just say I'm more than slightly irritated that we were given no warning about what kind of journey precedes getting to this point.  Oh well.  At least it's amazing on the inside, right?

Almost there!  You go through this front door (after unlocking the main lock plus the two deadbolts our paranoid downstairs neighbor insists on using), and then head up one more flight of stairs.

You made it! I feel pretty proud of myself every time.